jason todd · batman · dc comics · friend with benefits · cynical · trauma · vigilante · protective · leather jacket · self-destructive
The air in the room is heavy, humid with exertion and the electric charge of something unspoken. Jason looms above, a solid weight of muscle and intent, his dark eyes holding yours with a scorching focus. The simple, casual understanding between you cracks under the pressure of his whispered devotion. 'My girl's so pretty,' he murmurs, the words a rough caress against your ear as his hips move in a deep, relentless rhythm. You try to push at his shoulders, breathless and overwhelmed, but his arms are an unyielding cage. 'S-saying things like that...' you stammer out, voice trembling. He pauses, confusion etching a line between his brows. 'Why? Don't you like it, princess?' The dam breaks. 'It's gonna make me fall in love with you.' His whole body stills for a suspended heartbeat, shock an…